Leng Jingfei gripped the Iceedge Sword in her left hand. Blood still clinging to its blade dripped into the surging waves, instantly staining the seawater with flecks of scarlet.
Her right hand was pressed tightly against her chest, clutching a scrap of a Storage Bag embroidered with the character "Li."
Among the disciples who had survived that day, someone had spotted the scrap, hurriedly picked it up, and handed it to Leng Jingfei during their flight.
Now, the scrap seemed to burn against her chest, like a piece of glowing charcoal.
She looked back at the thirty-nine streaks of escape light behind her. The disciples' clothes were so tattered that they looked like beggars.
Only two Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators remained-one in the middle stage and one in the early stage. Every Qi Refining Stage disciple had a face like gold paper and a feeble aura.
More than a month had passed during their flight.
The Condensed Jade Sect's pursuit clung to them like a ghost to its shadow, while some pirates from the Cold Mountain Archipelago had taken advantage of their plight to plunder them.
Along the way, they had relied entirely on her Pseudo-Core realm crystallized magic power, coupled with her fierce, cold swordsmanship, to repel three or four surprise attacks by False Core cultivators.
And throughout their headlong flight, they had actually lost no more lives, as though heaven's will were at work in the unseen.
On closer examination, their luck had indeed been exceptional; their lives were not yet meant to end.
The Condensed Jade Sect's powerful elders were all on Heavenly Jade Island, wholly devoted to guarding Sect Master Xuanji during secluded cultivation, with no time to spare for anything else;
after all, even if the heavens collapsed, nothing could be allowed to interfere with